Maggie's BOYS

Follow me... as I embark on a new, crazy and utterly insane road to self-discovery as a MENTOR/HANDLER/TBD for the super group One Direction. Be there as I forge relationships with these five young men, learn who I bond with and who I don’t. Heart strings are pulled, buttons are pushed, and lines are crossed. Is this the excitement and adventure that I had in mind or am I on a journey that is destined for disaster.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to sound so “snotty”, but you’re making much more out of this, than is necessary. All I need is some ice and an aspirin and I will be fine.”

“Paddy, call Paige and have her meet us up here, ASAP.” Liam tells his friend, as he closes the door behind us.

“Why are you calling Paige?” I ask as I go to the freezer for ice.

“Because you need medical attention, Maggie, that’s why.”

“I really wish you hadn’t done that.” I say as I try helplessly to dump the ice tray one handed.

“Go sit down, I’ll do this,” he says taking the ice tray from me.

In a huff I do as I’m told and go sit down at the table. “I don’t understand what the big deal is Liam, it’s just a sprain.”

“It’s not just a sprain,” he says from the kitchen. “And I don’t understand why you are being so difficult.”

“I am not being difficult!” I spout defiantly. Watching Liam approach the table with the newly made icepacks, I can tell that he is getting aggravated with my stubbornness.

“Whatever Maggie,” he sighs. “Just sit there, be quiet and let me help you.” His voice softens as he takes my injured hand and lays it on top of the ice pack. “Can you wiggle your fingers?”

“A little.” I whimper, now feeling kind of defeated I decide to just let him help.

“I think it’s more in your wrist than in your hand, see how the bruising and swelling are more prominent in this area?” He says as he very lightly runs his finger over the top of the puffy area.

“Yes, I see it.” I say as I hiss in pain.

“Don’t worry, love, we will get you fixed up,” he says as he carefully places the other icepack on top, sandwiching my hand in-between the ice.

Liam gets me a bottle of water from the fridge along with two ibuprofen tablets, he then so valiantly informs me that it will help with the pain and swelling. I already know this, but I don’t have it in me to burst his bubble, so I let him continue his fretting over me, besides I am kind of getting a kick out of being taken care of, for once.

I watch as Liam is busy texting someone, and I can’t help but start to believe that he just might be right about my wrist being broken. Coming down off of my adrenaline high, I am definitely starting to feel the after-effects of the collision.

As the pain quickly increases I can feel myself starting to get anxious and very agitated and the longer I sit at this table the worse it gets. I want to go lay down, but Liam won’t let me.

“I don’t see what the big deal is, Liiiaaam,” I say to him in my snarkiest tone. “I am a nurse for Christ’s sake, or did you forget that?”

“I didn’t forget.”

“Then why are you being so mean to me?”

“I am not being mean to you Maggie.”

“Yes you are!” I cry. “All I want to do is lay down, please Liam,” I beg.

“No, Maggie.”

“Liam, please?” I beg once more.

“Look, Maggie,” he says in a soft tone. “You can’t go to sleep, when you and Louis collided you could have also hit your head, which in turn could have caused a concussion. You’re a nurse, as you so directly pointed out, so you should already know this.”

“But I don’t have a concussion, I promise.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because I am.”

“Well I’m not and that is not a chance I am willing to take.”

“I don’t think I like you anymore, I say as I start to cry.”

Where is all of this coming from I am asking myself, and why am I so whiny and bratty all of a sudden, this is not me, I don’t act like this, I have never acted like this. Something is definitely wrong. Why am I crying? Oh God, what is wrong with me. I feel myself starting to get dizzy and nauseous at the same time. I can’t breathe. I grip the table with my free hand. I want to scream, but I can’t. The room is now spinning. “Stop!” I try to shout. I feel so weak. “Oh God!” I say as the darkness takes over.

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